Parenthetical Girls - A Song for Ellie Greenwich lyrics

Pressed unto us Flesh still sickly sweet With scents of love But lost of this lust Exactly what becomes of us Just like me They long to see you on your knees But all these he's into she's Irreparably slow these hopes we've sewn And so we forego What pleasantries we've grown to know Hand in glove For lack of the words, we called this love But now they've cynical slurs to define what it was That we have done The tone that she chose shows Mother knows what's become of us And should i start to show Well heaven knows we'll soon be sussed False alarms, might i have meant to do you harm But somehow i found much to distrust In what once ushered us Through months of hurried hush